Brussels
Travel:
After bidding K farewell, headed to the airport for a quick flight to Brussels. The train dropped me right in the heart of things, and I went for a quick stroll. Europe has a distinct aroma, and as I reached the Place Agora it hit me full-force--sort of a mixture of sweet things baking, traces of cigarette smoke, myriad kinds of food cooking, a bit of BO. It is intoxicating. I kept walking and stumbled into the Grand Place quite by accident. It's one of those places that is to beautiful that you kind of stagger back a step when you first see it. My well-thought-out and highly cultured response was, "Holy shit!"
Tomorrow morning I'll grab a quick train over to Brugges.
Beer:
Cantillon was quite an amazing introduction to traditional brewing in Belgium, and gave me a much better appreciation for what all the fuss is about regarding Gueze and Lambic. Every bottle that they produce has been in production for a minimum of three years, and they definitely produce in the old style. One thing that was news to me was the "cooling tub", a large and shallow copper basin where the wort is cooled and naturally inoculated with something like 84 wild yeasts and bacterias.
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